Lyrics:
locked down by my shame
And my shame had me feelin' like a slave
Shame had me feelin' like a slave
I was locked down in them chains But who the son sets
Come on why'all, why'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by
to the head, you ain't getting back up
Like fuck you bitch, oh you wanna act tough
No one punch man Imma beat his ass up
Uh, I just spent forty-eight hours
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
together
Eyes might age and places fade
Skin gets thicker but I hope, I hope, I hope we'll feel the same
Gambling
She sings songs 60 years old 40 years too
life like a race
It's 2020 and a young nigga finally found his pace
Not talking bout no first or last I'm a put niggas in they place
Yea it's a helluva
'm the founder of Yung Rich Nation (Yung Rich Nation)
And I still get recognized by my old patients
With a snaggered tooth smile he said he happy that I made it
I ain't with the favors
I got guala to make
I'm 'bout a dollar nigga
Nothing on my collar is fake
I set the city on fire, before dropping
are suffering
Souls are imprisoned
Under the skin
Set my soul free again
Our souls
I will shine
With stars
I will go
So far away
I will get lost
Again
I
on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
And I set it!
Now we're in it and we're all gonna die
I can't erase the history by torching the place
Or purify my meaning just by changing my name
It's
glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '64
through the track
Epiphany that I'm gifted
With the pen and the pad
I came from a place of play it safe
I still can't visit that
Creative my superpower
through the track
Epiphany that I'm gifted
With the pen and the pad
I Came from a place of play it safe
I still can't visit that
Creative my superpower
on
Yo, I blow dimes all up in your way
Spit a dart in your face
You don't know me in the first place
My birth date equivalent to forty earthquakes
I
coulda lost it
I tried to do it on my own left me exhausted
He set me free I live for Him until I'm off this
I was searching for my purpose wrong places
places
We keep all the folks paying
Constant reminder that all these boys paying
This pain keeps my soul raising
Been smart as a serpent, humble as a dove
spheres of life
I speak to Africans in Africa and around the world
You are an African because of your roots
This fact is unaffected by the geographical
strapped, I'll fuck her
From the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's
Where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but
One day I will be flying far away
I can still smell the freedom
It fades and slips feels like destined to decay
Red shackles scorched by the sun
Keep
Liquor in my system my body feeling so crazy beach boy
I'm so wavy that tota i be craving yup i go lots of places
Yup i see lots of faces yup i
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Maybe the drugs will set me free
Maybe I ain't mean nothing
I'm living my life right
God puts me on silence (On silence)
No faith walking by sight (Uh huh)
Cuz I'm acting on violence
I've backslide on some other
dawn
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I
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